The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161 Investment Partners

Mia’s POV

I looked at Kyle. “Will you let me know what you find out?”

“Nothing important. “He said.

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I couldn’t help the small, exasperated sigh that escaped me, “Okay. I said in a flat tone. At the same time, I studied his face, trying to determine if he was lying to me. I couldn’t read Kyle.

It’s frustrating.

“Thank you,” I said finally. “For everything you shared today. I’m red. I want to rest.”

Kyle nodded, then turned to me one last time. “Try to rest, Mia. And call if you need anything. Day or night.”

“Okay,” I agreed, stepping back to allow him passage to the door. As he moved past me, his arm brushed against mine. Even it is the briefest of contacts, but enough to send an unwelcome jolt of awareness through me.

After he left, Mom closed the door and engaged the new security locks Kyle’s team had installed. “Well,” she said, turning to me. “That was informative.”

“And complicated,” I added, moving back to the living room where Gas was waiting.

“Are you hungry? I could make something light for dinner.”

The thought of food held little appeal, but I knew I needed to eat for the twins‘ sake. “Maybe some soup? I’m not very hungry, but I should probably have something.”

“Soupit is,” she agreed, heading toward the kitchen.

I settled on the sofa again, Gas immediately jumping up to join me.

I want to focus on what really matters, not Kyle’s possible new girlfriend.

One thing is clear from the information I received today. Kyle’s father, Alexander Branson, and Taylor’s uncle had an unpleasant working relationship in the past. But that still doesn’t explain why Taylor’s uncle suddenly started helping Taylor. If the grudge began a long time ago, why is it only now that they’re doing this?

My phone chimed with a text from Scarlett:

Home safe. Morton sends his regards.

I smiled. I’m glad to see that Scarlett is still enjoying a happy married life.

Mom returned with a steaming bowl of homemade chicken soup and a slice of crusty bread. “Eat,” she instructed, placing the tray on the coffee table.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied with a mock salute that made her smile.

Gas watched attentively as I began eating, his eyes tracking each spoonful with hopeful anticipation.

“Don’t even think about it,” I told him. “Your puppy dog eyes don’t work on me.”

He whined softly, contradicting my claim entirely.

“Fine,” I relented, breaking off a small piece of bread for him, “But don’t tell Mom.”

“I can see you, you know,” Mom said from the kitchen doorway, shaking her head with fond exasperation. “He has you completely wrapped around his paw.”

“He’s a very persuasive negotiator,” I defended myself.

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Chapter 161 Investment Partners

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